One last, quick post -
I went to pool night on Monday, and I actually WON MY MATCH. No, seriously. And NOT just because the person I was playing against (who was clearly better than me, by the way) screwed up. I won because I actually hit the nine ball in. On my very own. (Well, maybe with a time out or two from coach. But other than THAT, on my very own.) Without missing the darn thing, and without scratching.
I came home and did the winner's strut in front of hubs a couple of times, and he was so proud!
Back when we were dating, hubs and I used to go bowling with a few other couples. Hubs is a pretty good bowler, and every time he'd take his turn, I'd be back there shouting, "Good job, baby!" when he'd make a strike. He finally came back there to me and was like, "Quit it with the baby, okay?! GEEZ!"
I'm not nearly as good a pool player as he is a bowler. But I imagine that soon, in retribution, he has to come out with me to pool night. And whenever I make a shot, he will probably be embarassing the crap out of me by being my uber-supportive rah-rah squad.